For The Love of a Greaser

Chapter 15

Dally to the Rescue

"Order up!" Joe called from the kitchen, placing plates of food on the counter.

"Got it," I said, walking around the counter with a tray, carefully placing everything on it.

It had been a long day so far, but at least I had things to keep me busy. Even when cleaning, my mind was still reeling at times.

I still remember coming home last night to find Darry and Eden in the living room, both of them just sitting there quietly doing their own thing. I had been shocked to find Eden anywhere near Darry without trying to burn a hole through his head with those heated glares of hers. She was merely sitting there reading one of Ponyboy's books, sitting there very quietly might I add. I was even more shocked after dinner when she had gone to bed without fuss.

Darry told me about everything after she had gone to bed though, leaving me stunned to say the least. I found out that she had helped him make dinner and had been completely civil with him for once. Even the fact that she had apologized to him for being a brat was shocking. She never apologized for things like that and I mean never. Although, I was still glad that she was trying to be civil and give Darry a chance. He was a good guy and he deserves a chance to prove it. I just hope that things with stay this way and hopefully we can get through things then. I mean, it'd be nice to be able to keep things nice and simple for once.

"Here you go ladies," I said as I starting setting their plates down in front of them. "Just let me know if you need anything else," I smiled, before walking off to another table where a few guys had just sat down at. "Evening boys, what can I get you?" I asked, my eyes glancing over them for a minute.

"Evenin' to you too Abby," a small chuckle being let loose.

"Oh, hey Tim," I smiled as I recognized him. "It's been a while," I said.

"I heard about what happened, how ya holdin'up?" he asked.

"Well, I'm holdin' that's for sure," I said quietly, thinking back to the night of the fire.

"Don't you worry, we'll find the ones that did it, one way or another," he reassured me.

"Abigial!" Joe called from the kitchen.

"One moment boys," I said, quickly walking back to the kitchen. "What is it Joe?"

"My wife just called, Rick's in the hospital with a busted leg, so I have to leave. Do you think that you could lock up for me?" he asked, his voice a bit frantic.

"Of course. Now, you get out of here and I'll take care of things here," I said, giving him a small smile.

"You're an angel," he grinned, quickly shutting the burners of and grabbing his coat. "Thank you so much Abigail, I really appreciate it," he said as he handed me the spare keys.

I then watched as he ran out of the diner, determined to get to the hospital to see his son.

"Well guys, I'm afraid that most of the food is a no go," I said nervously.

"Don't worry about it, we'll just have a few Coke's, right boys?" Tim looked around at his little gang and they all nodded their heads in agreement.

This made me laugh. For rough tough Greasers, they were pretty submissive when it came to Tim. Then again, he was also the leader of the group too.

"Alright, six Cokes coming up then."

T

Once everyone was done and out of there, I cleaned up and grabbed my jacket. It had taken about a hour since I did all the dishes for Joe, swept the floors, and scrubbed the tables and counter. I didn't really mind though since I was used to it, even when he didn't ask me to do it, it's just the way that I am. All that I had left to do now was go over to Jennifer's house and check up on her.

Jennifer was one of the other girls that worked here with Joe. Unfortunately though, she hadn't been coming in lately, nor had she called. This left Joe a bit worried, so we agreed earlier that I'd go and check on her after work tonight. Once again, since I was getting out earlier than usual, I was walking home. I didn't mind though since I was used to it, although, Darry still didn't like the idea of it. I didn't want to bother him though since I knew that he'd be tired. I just wanted him to rest and relax, instead of constantly going out of his way and worrying about me.

I ran a hand through my hair as I continued on my way, walking down the street with ease. The only thing truly bothering me at the moment was my neck with all of the work that I'd been doing. I figured I'd get Darry to help me with it if he wasn't too busy when I got back. I knew that it wouldn't be a problem though, especially with Darry.

"Darry…" I smiled as I thought about him, pulling my jacket a bit closer around myself.

I swear, I wish the weather would make up its mind. Sometimes it was warm, others, it was just downright cold. That's why I was glad that I'd brought my jacket with me tonight. Then again, I had to have somewhere to stash my knife. Heck, Darry would really get on me for walking by myself without it, not that I'd do it anyway. I always had the thing on me just incase.

T

I found myself relieved once I reached Jennifer's house. So far, nothing had happened and if I was lucky, nothing would happen.

"Jennifer?" I called as I knocked on the door.

I stood there for a moment or two, before the door opened, a groan following a moment later.

"Abigail?" Jennifer groaned out.

Lord have mercy did she look terrible. Her face was dreadfully pale with circles under her eyes as though she hadn't been able to sleep properly.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, rubbing her eyes.

"Well, you haven't been to work all week and we were getting worried since we hadn't heard from you," I told her.

"Well," she sniffed. "As you can see, I'm sick," she told me, sneezing a moment later. "I haven't called because I've been in bed all week long," she explained.

"Oh, well, I hope you get better soon," I said.

"I'll see you at work next week," she sniffed, before closing the door.

"Bye…" I sighed, turning around and walking off.

Now, it was time to go home and see Darry. I was only annoyed because it was getting colder and Jennifer's house was a few blocks passed the vacant lot which meant I had a ways to walk.

"Maybe I should have just let Darry give me a ride tonight," I groaned, shivering a bit.

Oh well, it was my fault, so I had to deal with it.

As I got closer to the vacant lot though, my luck ran out.

"Well, look what we got here boys," I heard someone say, making me turn around.

"Oh crap…" I groaned, taking a few steps back, only to bump into someone else.

"You got that right," the guy said, his voice coming out drunk and slurred.

Unfortunately, I barely made it three feet before I was on the ground in the grass, one of the trying to grab my arms while I kicked.

"Get the hell off of me!" I screamed, frantically trying to break loose.

I knew the kind of things that happened when people got drunk, especially a bunch of Socs when they got hold of a Greaser like me. It didn't help matters much that I was a girl either.

"Man, is she loud or what," one of them laughed.

"You know, I've been wondering about something. Did you enjoy that little fire we set?"

My eyes went wide at that, causing me to struggle further.

"You son of a-," I got smacked though before I could even finished, my head hitting the ground.

"Now, now, that's no way for a lady to talk," he said.

"Go to hell!" I yelled, spiting right on his shoes.

He didn't like that very much, not at all.

"Well boys, why don't we show her what she's missing by being with a Greaser, huh?" he suggested, a sick grin on his face.

The statement in general made my blood run cold, causing me to struggle more than ever.

"You sure about this Dan?" one of them asked.

"Of course I am. If Paul's not good enough for her, then why not us?" he laughed, tearing open my shirt as the others held me down, sending buttons flying onto the ground.

"Get off!" I screamed, kicking as best I could.

"Shut up!" was all the guy said, before smashing his lips into mine.

I swear, I was so sure that I was going to be sick as I tasted the alcohol in his mouth. When he tried to push his tongue in though, I took my chance in bit him, soon tasting blood in my mouth thereafter. I barely had time to comprehend what I had done before a hand met my face again.

"Do that again and I'll kill you," he growled, quickly pulling a knife on me.

That shut me up real quick as I stared at him, eyes wide with fear. Just the fact of seeing it brought back images of my father when he was drunk, the sharp edge merely millimeters from my throat.

"Now…" he started, roughly tearing off my jacket. "Let's have some fun shall we."

Before I knew it, the blade was slicing down my shoulder and into my arm causing me to scream out in pain, tears falling from my eyes.

"Shut her up," Dan said to his friends.

A moment later a hand was over my mouth stifling my screams as the others continued to hold me down.

They're going to kill me, I thought to myself, trying to my best to break free, but it only made things worse as I felt the blade back against my throat again in warning.

I stopped moving right then and there. Then before I knew it, the blade was running lightly over my stomach sending more tears from my eyes as I choked out sobs.

"Hey!"

Dally?

I recognized that voice and apparently so did the others, giving me a second to move.

The first thing I did though was grab a hold of Dan's knife and drive it into his leg. I got hit for it a moment later though, but it was worth it as he was thrown off of me.

"Get the hell off of her!" Dally yelled, punching Dan straight in the face.

"D-Dally!" I choked out, quickly moving away from the others.

I sat there shaking as he punched another one in the face. I had to pull my knife out though when one of the came near me.

"S-stay back," I stammered, trying to stop myself from shaking so bad.

Dally quickly came over and took the knife from me though, taking it and lashing out at the guys around him, trying to scare them off.

"Now, get outta here!" he yelled, watching as they ran off with their tails between their legs. "You okay?" Dally asked, falling down beside me on the ground.

I just sat there and cried, my hand clutching my shoulder, while the other rested over my stomach.

"D-Dally, i-it was them," I choked out, pointing in the direction that they had run off to.

"What?"

"T-the fire!" I cried, placing my head on my knees as I sat there.

"What!" I flinched slightly at the tone of his voice. "Why I outta…" he stopped for a moment though as he looked me over, trying to check for the amount of damage. "Hey man, you okay?" he asked, reaching forward and setting a hand on my uninjured shoulder.

I nearly flinched away when he did this, but I couldn't help it, I was scared out of my mind just about.

"Whoa there girl," he said, almost as if I were a startled horse. "I'm not gonna hurt ya," he told me as he got a bit closer. "Man, they really did a number on ya, huh?"

"Yeah…" I whispered, trying my best to curl up right where I was.

"Lemme see," he said, grabbing my hand and pulling it away from my shoulder.

I winced as he did this, biting my lip when he touched the wound.

"Damn," he said, letting loose a low whistle as he looked over it.

It was anything but pretty, the skin now scarred and bloody. The entire area stung like fire, pricking my skin painfully.

"Where else?" I looked down at my stomach when he asked this, causing his to grab my arm and pull it away, revealing the marks left behind.

More tears fell as I looked down at my stomach. As if it wasn't bad enough with the damage, we both made out what was there. Dan had spelled out the word 'trash' on my stomach, leaving it to permanently scar.

"I swear, I'll kill that guy if I get my hands on him," Dally growled, his hand curling up into a tight ball.

He then stood up and pulled off his jacket, placing it over my shoulders.

"Come on," he said quietly, pulling me up with ease. "Can you walk?"

"Yeah, I think so…" I winced.

"So, the hell were you doin' walkin' by yourself?" he asked, keeping me close as we walked.

"Please, don't," I said, shaking my head.

I was surprised because he didn't push any further on the matter like he normally would. It was a relief to be honest, especially since I didn't want to think about anything else.

T

When we got back to the house all I could do was stand there. I just stood there in front of the porch, my eyes watering as I pulled Dally's jacket closer to myself. I didn't want anyone seeing me like this, this chaotic wreck. Before I could go any further, I fell to my knees crying.

"Whoa now," Dally turned quickly, checking to make sure that I was alright.

Apparently though, Darry heard him since the door was open, running outside to meet us.

"What's going on?" he asked, walking off the porch. "Wait…Abigail?"

"I thought I'd bring her back for ya," Dally said quietly as he stood about a foot away from me.

"What the hell happened?" Darry asked, his voice raising as he knelt down in front of me.

"Let's just say I might end up killin' me a few Socs," Dally replied angrily, hate filling his voice at the thought of them. "They got her good Dar, they got her real good man," he said quietly.

Okay, I know that this chapter was probably a bit scary, but it was meant to be. Although, now Two-Bit really has been proved right about Dally being there for her. :)
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